Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 118104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 472(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 472(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
“I wrote about you in the book,” I add matter-of-factly to remind him how grave our situation is. Prichard is featured in my journal many times. I squeeze my eyes shut and blush when I remember all the things I shared there.
Entry number one hundred twenty-two chronicles how one time, when I went into his office and he wasn’t there, I rubbed myself against his executive chair. When he arrived, he made me lick the traces of myself from said chair. It’s the most sexual thing we’ve ever done, and it did not involve touching each other, but it’s enough to bring both of us down.
His jaw tick, tick, ticks, and I know he is losing his patience with me. We’re both in deep trouble now. Which is why I’m here. We need to stop Gus.
“He will not publish anything related to me,” Principal Prichard informs me, the picture of calm.
I blink, flabbergasted. “How do you know this?”
“I’m smarter than a cheerleader, for one thing. And so is he.”
I sit back, staring at a spot behind him, wide-eyed.
“I don’t know. Maybe I am stupid,” I bite out, “but so is Gus, and trust me, he will compromise your perverted ass.”
“Really!” he thunders, standing up and tossing the entire contents of his desk aside. I jump back in my chair. I’ve never seen him so angry before.
“What am I supposed to do? Threaten Miss Scully and Mr. Bauer? Just because you decided to spread your legs for the boy from the wrong side of the tracks even though I warned you not to?”
It’s my turn to stand, my fists balled beside my body as anger rolls off me, threatening to spill over.
“We’re in this together, and we have to think of something.”
“No. You’ll think of something. This doesn’t sound like a me problem. It’s a classic you problem.”
“Even if you get Gus to agree not to print out your pages, I’ll tell the world,” I warn.
He smirks darkly. “And? No one will believe you. You’re just another lost, spoiled brat who is hot for the principal. Don’t forget what happened here. You paraded your tits and bent over. I never had sex with you. I never touched you, skin-to-skin. I never even kissed you. It was. All. On. You.”
I’m floored. It feels like someone’s pulled the rug out from under my feet. But I’m working on autopilot because I can’t let him get away with this.
“Are you taking your chances, Gabe?” Gabe. I never call him by his first name. Only now, I have very little respect for him.
He runs a frustrated hand through his hair.
“Leave, Miss Followhill, and do not come back unless it is with the recovered book to get punished until your behind turns blue.”
“As if I’ll ever get anywhere near you again.” I throw my head back and laugh with humor I don’t feel. “You were always jealous of Penn, who, by the way”—I pop my finger into my mouth and pull it out with a sound—“is a fantastic lay.”
“Daria…”
Prichard’s never called me by my first name, either.
“He was so good when he took my virginity. Not too long after you found us in the locker room, actually.”
“Stop it right now.” He rounds his desk toward me. Slowly. Predatorily.
“Of course, by then I was fully prepped for the—”
“Stop!” He produces his ruler from under his desk, pointing it at me. My smile broadens. I’m free-falling off a cliff with a faulty parachute. Might as well enjoy the ride.
“Having him inside me as I writhed and moaned and orgasmed so hard I nearly fainted—”
In one swift movement, he throws me against the wall, my stomach hitting the cold surface. He pushes my dress up and strikes me with the ruler so hard I’m seeing stars.
“Don’t!” I yell. “Don’t you dare touch me, you asshole. We’re done, Gabe.”
He tugs my hair and whispers into my ear, “We’re done when I say we’re done, Daria.”
Strike, strike, strike.
My ass cheeks are burning and so are my eyes. I’m too stunned to move, to run away, choking on the bile coating my throat.
My principal, my priest, the man who held all my secrets, who I thought I could trust, just whipped my ass with a ruler against my will. Not once. Not twice. About a dozen times in a frenzy I’ve never seen before.
When he stops, it seems as though the world is rocking back and forth on turbulent water. Seasick, I slide off the wall, my mouth hanging open, but I don’t really know what to say. Principal Prichard is not going to help me.
My war with Via and Gus is not only going to be fought alone, but I just found out they have a very powerful ally.
When I hear him take a step back, I turn around to face him.